She tugged my arm. “Come, let’s get you some food. I told the stadium staff to leave the buffet out for you.”
Following her lead, I let my cousin guide me to the buffet. While I hadn’t thought about food throughout the game, the growling from my stomach let me know I was hungry. After all, I’d only had coffee and a donut this morning. Fin wasn’t home making his usual breakfast.
Home?
Am I honestly thinking of my home as ours?
Leigh spoke softly as I put together an avocado, tomato, and cucumber sandwich.
“I don’t know what his problem is,” she said as we walked over to a standing table. “The only thing that’s different today than a normal game day is that instead of Daphne arriving with Grant, Joe Eads brought her to the stadium.”
I looked up and around, spotting Dad’s attorney, Joe Eads, out on the balcony with Royce Beasley and Daphne. “Is he jealous?” I asked.
Leigh pressed her lips together. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s pissed.” She lifted her hands in surrender. “I don’t want to know what goes on behind closed doors.”
I kept my voice low. “You haven’t told anyone about Bre, have you?”
“Not about the secret you told me. I spoke to Marc, her public defender, about the charges she’s facing. I told him I read the court’s filing and didn’t mention you. He told me that from what he’s been able to learn, the police were satisfied with a death resulting from a traffic accident, but the trucking company’s insistence that there was more to the story made them dig deeper. Marc thinks that it’s the romantic connection between Bre and Uncle Reid that’s the underlying factor that led to Bre’s arrest.”
“She’s a scapegoat.”
Leigh shrugged. “Statistically, when women commit murder, they’re more likely to target familiar individuals. Intimate partners are most often their victims. And as a rule, women use poisoning or asphyxiation more often than weapons.”
“Bre’s case fits those statistics.” I shook my head. “I’m not convinced.”
“Aunt Daphne is. She’s ready to have Bre hanged in the city square.”
I scanned the room, confirming Daphne’s presence was still outside. “Did Marc mention the pregnancy?”
“Not to me. If he knows, he’s keeping client confidentiality.”
“He knows.” I took a bite of my sandwich. After swallowing, I added, “Bre said the jail did a pregnancy test. Who would have access to that information?”
Leigh bit her lower lip. “It should be confidential, but honestly, her pregnancy could be the worst kept secret in Fayette County. I guess it’s good that it isn’t a top headline. Someone must be keeping it quiet.”
“A while back, Bre asked about something from her desk. I spoke to the head of Coopers’ security. Mr. Phelps told me that everything had been turned over to the police. Bre’s attorney tried to see her belongings and was told they were being held as evidence.”
Leigh cocked her head. “Is there something special she wants?”
I nodded and spoke in a barely audible whisper. “A diamond engagement ring she claims Dad gave her.”
“Shit. Tell her to have Marc ask for a verified inventory. It should have all the items listed. She won’t be able to get any of them. Later in discovery, she and Marc should be able to inspect them.”
Royce and Uncle Darin came our way, silencing our conversation.
“Graham looked good,” Royce said. “He’s a steady backup.”
Uncle Darin smirked. “Convenient that he was taken out of the game before Simpson was sacked.”
I lifted my brow. “Convenient? I don’t see how a broken ankle ranks as convenient.”
“I’m just saying, if Graham would have been in?—”
“You watched the replay?” I asked, interrupting. “Simpson didn’t have his back foot set. The hit was clean. We have no way of knowing if Graham would have had his foot set.”
Uncle Darin lowered his voice. “Seems to me that there are perks when you’re involved with the owner of the team.”
“Dad,” Leigh chastised. “Vee’s not clairvoyant. She can’t predict the future.”
